(Back at WIC Company)
Arthur’s POV
“We can’t let them reach the other side of the island.”
The head of the company bellowed it like a declaration of war, his voice bouncing off every wall in the room as he turned to face the rest of us. The vein along his temple was visible from where I stood.
“Sir, relax. Everything is under control,” I said carefully, stepping forward, positioning myself between him and the rest of the room as though I could physically absorb some of his fury.
“How do you expect me to relax when everything is falling apart?” He slammed his fist against the table so hard the coffee cups rattled, and one nearly toppled over the edge.
“They might not even make it to the other side alive,” one of the men in the room muttered, clearly thinking that would help.
It did n
